On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friends be lovers for real?. Parents holding their baby's soft hands, is beautiful if you would ask.
Love, the word everyone can feel it, typed on his / her stems
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
